All posts tagged: travel story

The day I met my first travel companion

Copenhagen, Denmark
15 Dec 2014

It was 6am when I woke up. The sky was dark but I could hear whispers, someone going up and down the bunk bed ladder, someone walking on tiptoe, a bathroom door being closed, and the tap water running. I knew everyone, except me, was wide awake and getting ready to go somewhere. But there I was, lying still and half awake.

A traveler lost in translation

How does it feel to travel alone to a country where you don’t speak the language and know no one? And the only language you bring is your own? When I traveled in Denmark, stopping a random person on the street for help was easy. I didn’t face a language barrier because most Danish people and travelers or tourists I bumped into spoke English until I met Cecelia.